a poem. heh. i alwyas said i wasnt a poet... now look at me

[god_damn_me_]

why cant i stop

everything is going so well

so why cant i

why does it seem so wrong

when it is all i think about

stop

seriously

something is wrong

or maybe it is right

it wont work

stop

grow up

grow up

something is wrong with me

or maybe not

maybe its not me

shit shit who the fuck is shooting us

leave me alone

around

it will all be okay